A bath was finished in this stumbling process.

Ouyang Rong's skin turned red in the mist.

Zhao Qingxiu spread out the hot towel, covered his face again, got up from the water, and was about to leave.

A hand stretched out from behind and held her shoulder.

He held her down.

Ouyang Rong grabbed the towel from his face and said seriously:

"Not finished washing."

Zhao Qingxiu shook her head vigorously.

【Finished washing】

Ouyang Rong gestured to the towel in his hand:

"You have rubbed it for me, and I have to rub it for the embroiderer. This is called reciprocity."

Without saying a word, he started working hard at bathing.

As he spoke, he wiped her smooth white collarbone with a towel.

Zhao Qingxiu was stunned for a moment.

Just when Ouyang Rong was pretending to be stupid and taking advantage of the situation.

She suddenly stretched out her hand.

Pinched his nose.

In the tub, she leaned against the edge of the tub with her back, one hand across her chest, and the other stretched forward.

"Uh-huh, what are you doing?"

Ouyang Rong asked with a changed tone.

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly jumped forward and hugged Ouyang Rong hard with the two arms that were holding his chest and pinching his nose.

Ouyang Rong was stunned, looked down, and subconsciously raised his hand.

The towel held in his hand continued to wipe her shoulders.

Zhao Qingxiu lay in his arms without stopping, raising her head as if to "see" him.

She reached up with both hands and touched his face.

In the mist-shrouded environment, Zhao Qingxiu carefully touched the outline of his face.

She couldn't see her eyes, so she seemed to be using her hands to replace her eyes and feel what he looked like at this moment.

Ouyang Rong took the opportunity to bite her finger.

Zhao Qingxiu was not annoyed and went to touch his teeth.

"Dirty..." Ouyang Rong said.

Zhao Qingxiu shook his head.

I could feel his big hands in the water that were both scrubbing and causing trouble.

She tilted her head, her wet hair like black satin swaying slightly:

[Why is Tanlang always making trouble? Does he like Xiu Niang's body so much?]

A small face was flushed, like a half-ripe apple, shaking on the branch. Ouyang Rong took a bite first, and then slurred:

"The embroiderer doesn't know how cute she is."

【cute?】

Ouyang Rong said smoothly: "It's just pitiful and unloved."

Zhao Qingxiu was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, Ouyang Rong saw that her little face became darker and he slowly lowered his head.

It seems that he misunderstood the words.

Ouyang Rong quickly explained:

"I'm just kidding, cute means to make people love you and make you want to get close to you."

[But I am so skinny and not as plump as other women. Don’t all men like the latter?]

Ouyang Rong shook his head, and the two arms in the water hugged her delicate body and hugged her hard.

"I just like you, nothing to do with that."

Zhao Qingxiu's little face seemed to be stunned for a moment, she was quiet for a while, then lowered her head:

[I am so afraid that I am a woman with a wicked body, dragging down the gentleman and innocent Tanlang. I am even more afraid that I will drag down Tanlang's body, and I will not be able to escape the blame for my death]

"What is immortal?"

Thump~

There was a muffled sound in the water.

Zhao Qingxiu's face turned red, her dim and blind eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, and one of her buttocks trembled and became numb.

It was Ouyang Rongshui's hand that was hugging his waist. He subconsciously tried to teach him a lesson and patted it.

Ouyang Rong felt distressed and wanted to comfort him, but he said with a straight face:

"Don't say such depressing words in the future. They are normal reactions of men and women. There is no such thing as lewdness or not.

"Man and woman, one yin and one yang, merge together. This is the way of heaven and earth. How can we go against heaven? The most holy master also has a wife and children. If he doesn't do this kind of thing, where will his children come from? He

Did you pick it up on the side?"

Zhao Qingxiu maintained her customary head-tilt posture.

What Ouyang Rong said sounded very reasonable.

Even if it was a fallacy, she knew she couldn't convince him.

So she silently stretched out her arms to hug him, placed her little face gently on his left shoulder, and after a while, wrote on his back.

[My Tanlang is a scholar, a Wenquxing who came down to earth, and knows a lot of truths. Unlike the Xiu Niang, he is mute, stupid, and can’t recognize many words and can only draw circles]

She couldn't hide her admiration and admiration between the lines. At the end of the writing, she felt a little inferior in her words.

Ouyang Rong held up her little face that was hiding in her chest with both hands, stared into her dim eyes and said:

"You are not stupid, you always think the best of others, you treat everything with kindness, you are quiet and gentle, just like water, people can't survive without water, and Tanlang is the same.

"You said you can only draw circles but not speak. The words you write are not as fancy as people in the world, but concise and simple. But I think drawing circles is the great wisdom.

"The greatest principles in the world are all within this circle.

"The hottest emotions in the world are also within this circle."

As he spoke, Ouyang Rong drew a circle on Zhao Qingxiu's forehead with his index finger.

"Do you feel it?"

Zhao Qingxiu touched her forehead and shook her head stupidly.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and kissed his clean forehead with disheveled black hair.

"What about this time?"

Zhao Qingxiu's face suddenly turned red, she nodded slowly, and was about to raise her hand.

"Don't talk, don't write, shh..."

Ouyang Rong told her seriously, then opened his arms and hugged her.

The two hugged each other and were speechless for a moment. The mist flowed quietly in front of their eyes, making it difficult to see the expressions of both parties.

Until Ouyang Rong drew another circle.

on her nose.

Ouyang Rong kissed him again.

This time, Zhao Qingxiu felt it.

It is the hottest emotion.

Born in the embrace of each other without words, without words or eyes.

In the bathtub, the beautiful girl who was blind and speechless was breathing quickly.

She raised her hand and drew a circle on his head, shyly but proactively raised her face and pressed her pink lips.

Ouyang Rong drew a circle on her pink lips with his backhand, then grabbed her finger and drew a circle on his slightly bearded mouth.

Zhao Qingxiu trembled, but did not hesitate.

Neither did Ouyang Rong.
To be continued...